Movies I've Missed Until Now: Each Dawn I Die (1939)

I was never a big fan of James Cagney’s movies when I was a kid, which means that even though a lot of them were shown on TV, I never watched all that many. That actually worked out okay, because now that I am a fan of his movies, there are still quite a few of them I’ve never seen until now, such as 1939’s EACH DAWN I DIE.

In this one, Cagney plays a crusading newspaper reporter who has evidence that the district attorney and his assistant are crooked. So the DA frames him for manslaughter on a drunken driving rap and gets him sent to prison for 20 years. That, of course, discredits all the allegations against the corrupt politicians.

Once he’s in the big house, Cagney befriends a charming gangster played by George Raft. I was never a big George Raft fan, either, but now I like his work quite a bit. A lot of your typical prison stuff happens—clashes with the screws and fellow cons, guys getting shivved, our protagonists being thrown in the Hole, things like that—before Raft manages to escape with a promise to clear Cagney’s name once he’s on the outside. But things don’t quite play out the way you’d expect . . . until they do.

EACH DAWN I DIE, directed by William Keighly (who directed several good Cagney films) and based on a novel by Jerome Odlum, is a thoroughly entertaining movie, an old-fashioned prison picture that hits all the usual beats but hits them very skillfully. Cagney and Raft both turn in excellent performances, and the supporting cast features just about every tough he-man supporting actor from the Thirties except Ward Bond and George Tobias, plus weaselly Victor Jory as one of the bad guys. George Bancroft is especially good as the tough but sympathetic warden. The violence of the prison riot at the end is pretty graphic for the time and very effective. Some of the plot twists are a little far-fetched, maybe, but they still work and really grab the viewer.

I had a great time watching this movie. It reminded me of all the afternoons I spent sitting on the floor in front of the TV watching old movies on the local stations. I might not want to go back to those days, but I sure don’t mind revisiting them now and then. And if you’re a Cagney and/or Raft fan and haven’t seen EACH DAWN I DIE, I give it a high recommendation.

Tuesday's Overlooked Movies: Captains of the Clouds

I remember CAPTAINS OF THE CLOUDS being on TV fairly often when I was growing up, but I didn’t really become fond of James Cagney until later, so I never saw it until now. As some of the reviewers on IMBD have noted, it’s really two movies in one. The first half, which features Cagney, Dennis Morgan, Alan Hale, and George Tobias as two-fisted Canadian bush pilots, is very much like an ARGOSY serial from the Thirties as written by somebody like Frank Richardson Pierce. It’s a lot of fun as Cagney and Morgan vie over the affections of the beautiful Brenda Marshall, who plays the daughter of a trading post owner. Then, wouldn’t you know it, World War II breaks out and the guys go off to join the Royal Canadian Air Force.

They’re deemed too old to go into combat, though, so they become training pilots, a job that doesn’t sit well with Cagney’s brash, fly-by-the-seat-of-his-pants character. There’s drama and tragedy, characters rise and fall and rise again, and finally everybody who’s left alive sets off on a hazardous mission ferrying bombers across the North Atlantic to England.

If you’ve never seen this movie, you’ll probably know everything that’s going to happen, but does that matter? Not as far as I’m concerned. I had a fine time watching a great cast in the kind of movie they don’t make anymore. The photography is great, and the Technicolor is just beautiful, richer colors than you’ll see most of the time these days, that’s for sure. There’s one shot of the sultry Brenda Marshall, wearing a man’s shirt and blue jeans as she sprawls languidly across the seats of a rowboat on a lake, that looks like the cover of a Harry Whittington or Charles Williams backwoods novel come to life.

Marshall’s character is kind of interesting, too, because instead of the good girl you might expect, she’s really kind of a backwoods tramp and stays that way through the whole movie. Cagney is his usual self, cocky and charismatic and kind of a heel. The two of them work very well together.

Actually, I probably enjoyed CAPTAINS OF THE CLOUDS more now than if I had watched it as a kid. The morally ambivalent characters wouldn’t have appealed to me as much then. I liked more clear-cut good guys and bad guys in those days, and there are no real bad guys in this one other than the Nazis. It’s part of a boxed set of Cagney movies, none of which I’d seen until now, and I’m looking forward to watching the others.